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Does death grace your thoughts?
(Or wreak havoc with the very fibers of your soul)
Never.
Hmph...
However,
Is it that hard to imagine
That things get a little better

Yes.

Well there is the door.
To heaven and hell
An easy way out
Down
the
stairwell

If only you didn't exist
Then the pick would be instinctual
But can I become my own god?
Or rather, retrieve the role of yours
And shake the very core of the world you know
The already shattered
The bruised
The battered

My reprieve could be yours
For
I will consume your angst
Toward me - Toward all

I will swallow your hate
As I reach my fate
Because it is better you hate me
Than the world I have chosen not to live in.